I sit there, my heart pounding, my fingers clutching my clothes without realising they are as the sound of guns continues… All I can think of is why? Why the hell are we watching this? Or better yet, why are we watching hell?
I sit there, my heart pounding, my fingers clutching my clothes without realising they are as the sound of guns continues… All I can think of is why? Why the hell are we watching this? Or better yet, why are we watching hell?
The Wandering Writer